To get your entire cock in a cunt one must have the cunt sticking up at almost a one-hundred-and-eighty degree angle, the opening right under the cocksman.
Sometimes, young cocksman, fuck a woman- any woman-and watch your cock in a mirror. When the woman lies with her heels digging into the bed and knees bent, you have a good inch-or maybe two inches-of unused prick that does not enter the cunt due to the curvature of the female buttocks.
If the woman has a wide strong ass as my cock has a man could try and try but still a good two inches of his cock will fail to enter.
Now put one pillow under the buttocks of the female. Then watch your cock go into her in the mirror. With her buttocks pointing more upward, you get a good extra inch of prick.
But you will also notice that a good bit of your cock is not in her, even as you make your deepest downward stroke. And, if you are a conscientious cocksman, or desire to become an efficient cocksman, this fact will dismay you slightly, of course.
For a good cocksman is like a good artisan. Both strive to please their customer and their art. But to each problem there must be a solution. Were they not the world would not have progressed to the high intelligence man has today. And this problem of the cocksman can be solved very easily.
All he needs do is add another pillow under the buttocks of his customer or loved one. This pillow lifts the female ass much higher and presents the cocksman higher in the air, suspended over his customer, his cock going into her so completely he can many times feel his sac and testicles push against her anus.
The cocksman now has all his penis in his woman. He is content for he has done his job-at least, as far as penis insertion is concerned-to the best of his ability.
The female is now happy, too. She is proud of being able to absorb the cocksman to his last inch. She, stupid thing, prides herself on being a woman, whatever that means!
But I shall not bore my reader with too much educational value. My uncle has said many times that the human mind can absorb just so many facts within a given time and then tires and seeks recreation.
You will remember that I needed sex very badly when finally I connected with the maid. I still smarted from not being able to break the maidenhead of the lovely Lady Haversock.
The naked irony of the situation was appalling. I had had one good chance to have sex with this lovely untouched bride. Fate had intervened in evil suddenness.
The whole thing rang with the falseness of a cheap melodrama, but still all elements were true. Did Lord Haversock suspect his lovely wife of being untrue?
That could not be so. If Lady Haversock had had sexual intercourse with other suitors then would she not be quitted of her maidenhead? Surely all English cocksmen do not fuck solely up the anus?
But common sense told me that I'd have another chance with the lovely lady later on. She would want my cock again. I long ago learned that women desire the cock even more than the male desires to give them the cock.
My uncle taught me this fact. He said, “Nephew, the female will act as though the act would be repulsive but once you get her in the right position — well, she will gladly and happily part.
“Position is ninety-nine percent of the game. A man can't make contacts that lead to a favorable position unless that cocksman circulates about where there are many women.
“Flatter them all, young, old, stupid, intelligent, handsome, ugly-and it will pay off. Remember that the ugly usually do it much sooner and better than the lovely.
“This is because men pay little or no attention to an ugly woman and she therefore has all her desires and whiteness bottled up and ready for instant release.
“Some of the best ass I've had-if I may be vulgar and use the word ass- has come from homely women.”
I closed my eyes, my prick sliding up and down in my maid. I realized that Lady Haversock would gladly give me another chance. I saw a mental picture. I saw Lady Haversock, stark naked, on hands and knees, taking the fat Lord Haversock's cock in her anus.
She was beautiful even in imagination, my Lady Haversock. She knelt in boredom, plainly tolerating her husband's prick in her asshole. A bored look was on her beautiful face.
Suddenly I became aware of a high keening sound breaking from the clenched lips of my sexual partner. This grew and her hips increased speed in unison to the loudness of her cry.
Then her cry broke into happy words. “I come, m'lord, I come. Oh, how I am flowing! I am breaking inside, m'lord. Come with me, come with me-
Her hips fairly tried to pull my penis out, roots and all. I grabbed her plump hard buttocks with even firmer grip, both forefingers in her asshole to impale her and hold her steady while my cock poured my semen into her wet, white cunt.
I fucked with great hardness, my flesh smacking her plump bottom. She cried for me to implant her with child, but all women do that in moments of extreme passion.
My testicles pulled up hard in my sac, which was now very small. I felt great forces grouping in my belly. They roared forward, and became burning sex, and they in turn triggered my testicles-and my semen moved through its mysterious tubes to jet from the hole of my penis.
Oh, how we fucked! She took and grabbed and released; my fingers held her buttocks steady as I poured into her shot after shot, she taking each capsule in happy delirium.
The world faded away. No two other persons- not even Lady Haversock-existed. We were the world's only occupants. We fucked as Adam and Eve are reported to have fucked, all alone in the world.
Ah, the joys of sex, the happiness of fucking. When a man and woman couples their joy is complete. They reach to high heights, even though strangers, for as my uncle said, “Strangers many times fuck better than people in love whatever in love means.
“Each is new to the other. There are no memories of old hates and quarrels between them. Strangers fuck for the sheer joy of fucking.”
Now my good uncle's words rang in my roaring ears. I wondered, suddenly, how he did in the West Indies, and I knew that chances were better than even odds that, at this moment, he had his cocksman cock in some cunt, the owner either mulatto, black or white-for my uncle paid no attention to skin color.
Then all became lost in a whirling, smashing void as my cock unloaded all my surging, pulsating manhood into the eager, grasping cunt of this household bitch!
Why waste such glory in thought?
Episode Number Nine
I believe I have mislead my reader by labeling this book The Scandalous Confession of an English Traveler.
My readers will look forward to an Englishman traveling around the world indulging in various forms of international sex, but I meant that this Englishman travelled from bed to bed and not abroad.
But I shall not worry about this point. If this book is confiscated and the king gets it in his hands and gets his hands on me then I will indeed be a Traveler-the rope and public hanging.
Even in its so-called civilized state, the world is full of uncertainties. “The only thing certain is uncertainty,” my good uncle has many times stated. “Prepare for the worst and hope for the best.”
I feel sure that these sayings were not original with my uncle. He evidently borrowed them from some book, for he always had his nose in a tome when not with some female.
Nevertheless, these are two good adages for a cocksman. A cocksman, to be blunt, has one foot in proper society and the other foot in the caldron of the devil, so as to speak.
He presents a suave, smiling, almost immature, face to society, for to gain his points-the breasts and cunts of females-he must travel inside society, merely going out into the pale when indulging in what our bastardly king would label fornication.